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    Prodigal Chapter 12

                Not so rough, would I hurt you, baby?

                No.  Bette barely recognized the voice as her own.  She eased her touch, knowing how Tina liked to tease.  She circled her areolas with the pads of her fingers.

                What did you miss most?

                Bette swallowed, struggling to find her voice.  The morning, I missed you in the morning.  I missed feeling you breathing next to me when I woke up.

                Tina smiled.  That was exactly what she had missed most too.  The little things that added up to being together were where she felt the loss most.  It was good to know Bette did too.  Ok, baby, I want you to put one finger, just one, inside yourself and when you take it out, circle your *****.  Bette followed directions well.  Not too much pressure, Tina said.  Not yet.  Bette sighed in frustration, turning her head to one side.  Again.  Again.  Now two fingers, slowly, Bette, slower.  Bette slowed her pace.  What are you thinking right now? Tina asked, her fingers itching to replace Bettes.

                Bette drew in a breath that was nearly a gasp as she worked her fingers within herself.  Think?  She couldnt even keep breathing properly.  But she managed to answer.  I miss you.  Bette remembered well those lonely nights, alone in this bed that still smelled like Tina no matter how many times she washed the sheets. 

                Right now? Tina asked.  Do you miss me right now?

                Bette groaned in both pleasure and frustration.  *****, yes.  Despite the expletive it was barely audible and Bette opened her legs wider, allowing herself deeper access.  Her other hand stopped teasing her ***** and began to reach for her *****.  Before they reached their destination two more fingers entered her and they werent her own.  Tina, Bette moaned out loud.

                Im here, baby, Tina said, soothingly, taking over where Bette had left off.  Bettes eyelids popped open like they were spring-loaded and immediately met Tinas, as if to confirm that Tina was really there.  It wasnt a dream.  She was home and they were really making love.  Bette removed her own fingers from her core and with her free hand, Tina caught Bettes.  She stilled her motion within her wife while she sucked Bettes wetness from her fingers.  Wouldnt want that to go to waste, she said wryly. 

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    Comments

    1. Damn fuck, damn that was so fucking hot and damn so amazing, love it. I need to drink something cold now after read this chapter. Please post soon, thanks! Great chapter!

    2. OMFG!!! There aren’t words to express the hotness and sexiness of this chapter!!! I’m getting in the very long line for a cold shower…please post soon.

    3. Ok, totally thought I was done commenting but I have a suggestion… wel not a suggestion so much as a request. I’d like to see how you think Bette would deal with her comment that she no longer ‘belongs to her.’ I like that you had bette notice this during their reconnection, that Tina was more confident, more forward, knew what she wanted etc. But I think it would still bother Bette being such a control freak. I think it would bring out her insecurities like wow. And I would love to see how you characterize that. Or I’m full of it, either way I’ll keep reading. Really proud of you, k.
      -b

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